2008年12月03日
Color of grass one childhood
Color of grass one childhood
Everybody has childhood, most people's childhood are all spent in happiness. That American human relations shines beautifully, innocent and pure, the simple and honest and lovely smiling face just skims over our brain as showing the film, that anecdote for childhood aftertaste, stand up carefree and leisurely, can let you to be full of thoughts definitely more or less. You will find your corner of the mouth raised the smile in childhood again at this moment, it is our playmate in childhood when being young; Childhood became the toy that we can not lose after growing up; Childhood became the luxury goods that we collected after being old. Will you ask what kind of color is childhood can perhaps?
Standing up slowly of grass on the bank of the river, put on the green and lush hair of one layer for that yellow yellow slight slope, whom those wind that make can't help stroke gently; Water rising, standing up stealthily, until young woman in village beat cheerful wrench movement waist of the beat to wash garment, let that fly into and fly in the place that the sparrow under has not stopped for a rest on a walking tour.
Two or three little boys are chasing and catching playing, seem in the afternoon it is their world on that warm sandy beach. It lay oneself out just ones that look like that have unrestrained horses little,is it tired to lie at soft grass to run here and there at, looking up at the blue sky, that plane flying over from the remotest places of detailed and detailed number, illusion which day oneself even can go the sky hover.
When does it know, several silly boy getting mere buttock wind crown of the head wind crown of the head run into that clear river, one stand up, disappear getting green water that, such happiness how cover up, live in those to be sad?
Childhood and the childhood in color such as grass, melodious Chinese fiddle sound that full of grass hillside of color.
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Everybody has childhood, most people's childhood are all spent in happiness. That American human relations shines beautifully, innocent and pure, the simple and honest and lovely smiling face just skims over our brain as showing the film, that anecdote for childhood aftertaste, stand up carefree and leisurely, can let you to be full of thoughts definitely more or less. You will find your corner of the mouth raised the smile in childhood again at this moment, it is our playmate in childhood when being young; Childhood became the toy that we can not lose after growing up; Childhood became the luxury goods that we collected after being old. Will you ask what kind of color is childhood can perhaps?
Standing up slowly of grass on the bank of the river, put on the green and lush hair of one layer for that yellow yellow slight slope, whom those wind that make can't help stroke gently; Water rising, standing up stealthily, until young woman in village beat cheerful wrench movement waist of the beat to wash garment, let that fly into and fly in the place that the sparrow under has not stopped for a rest on a walking tour.
Two or three little boys are chasing and catching playing, seem in the afternoon it is their world on that warm sandy beach. It lay oneself out just ones that look like that have unrestrained horses little,is it tired to lie at soft grass to run here and there at, looking up at the blue sky, that plane flying over from the remotest places of detailed and detailed number, illusion which day oneself even can go the sky hover.
When does it know, several silly boy getting mere buttock wind crown of the head wind crown of the head run into that clear river, one stand up, disappear getting green water that, such happiness how cover up, live in those to be sad?
Childhood and the childhood in color such as grass, melodious Chinese fiddle sound that full of grass hillside of color.
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